. Her dumb mum and her 'duhh' dad ... and all her girlfriends and especially that boy who broke her heart and her dreams five years ago ... and, and ..... just everyone."Not so fast, Nancy," said Santa in a low and somehow sad voice. " They didn't lie. I'm not real in the way you think." Bullsh ... I mean ... Nonsense, Santa." Nancy blushed at her near indiscretion but went on, " I see you ... I feel you. And ... uhh hmm," Nancy paused puzzled and her nose wrinkled. " And I can smell you too,. She beamed with ardour when, hanging over her, I deliberated over which of her bodily cavities to insert myself. At times I put the decision (literally) into her hands, the result being that she would greedily stuff me into her hole of choice.With no intention of being disrespectful, her moans would not be out of place slipping from out of the mouths of the most seasoned of whores. She relished grinding out her relief and was undetered by disturbing neighbours, or even relatives of the the next. I was his. His to command. His to mold. His to remake intowhatever image he had for me.He stepped toward me, pressing his left hand to the right side of myface, and firmly stroking my hair back and down. Then he did the samewith his other hand to my left, then the top and back of my head, andback to the right. The sequence repeated: right, left, top, and back.Right left, top, and back. I felt my hair lengthening with each stroke.Soon it was brushing the tops of my shoulders, then draping over. After whatseemed like hours (but was only an hour), mom sat there with a stunnedlook on her face."I... are you sure, Mel?" Yes mom, this is how I really feel. I can't help it." Well, I guess we'll have to do what we're doing with Jackie. I wantyou to see a psychiatrist. I know a good one that deals with issueslike you are having. It won't be the same one, but she is good fromwhat I hear." Mom said."How do you know this stuff?" I asked her."I never told you about your Uncle Harold, did I?".